The two quickly arrived at the tomb. The stone slab at the entrance had been lifted, exposing the opening without any cover. It seemed that Whitemane was more panicked than expected.
Unas felt that the route through the cemetery today was much shorter. This woman had indeed taken a longer route last night. Even he was so wary of her. Whitemane's sense of secrecy must be extremely high.
It was really unreasonable for the prisoner to escape like this. The two went down to the bottom and found the wooden lid of the stone coffin thrown in the corner. The coffin was empty.
"Was this the scene when you came to inspect it? Did you touch anything?" Unas Holmes channeled his inner Holmes, arms crossed over his chest.
"I didn't touch anything. When I came, I saw the stone slab at the entrance had been moved, and I knew something was wrong. When I came down, I saw this scene." After that, of course, he rushed off to find Unas.
When was the last time you saw her?
"I fed her this afternoon, and she was fine then. The dosage of the anesthetic is definitely enough to last until tomorrow."
"You dare come here during the day? Aren't you worried about being followed?"
"Impossible. There are birds in the sky watching me, sharing my view. I couldn't possibly be being followed."
Unas thought for a moment and analyzed, "I don't think she can escape on her own. Even if she can withstand the effects of the anesthetic, she wouldn't have the strength to throw the coffin lid that far when she climbs out of the coffin."
He approached the stone coffin and peered inside. The coffin was empty. "Even if she managed to break free, she wouldn't have taken the ropes binding her with her when she escaped. So she was probably taken away by someone."
"There's no way she could have woken up from that dose of anesthetic, and I can't sense the Holy Light mark on her at all," Whitemane said calmly, supporting Unas's deduction. "Could it be that one of her accomplices rescued her?"
"Anyway, it couldn't be someone from the Inquisition investigating death row inmates, otherwise we'd both be arrested by now," Unas pondered, stroking his chin. "And it doesn't seem like an accomplice either; an accomplice would have cut her ropes when rescuing her, wouldn't they?"
Who could it be?
"Besides you and me, who else knows about this tomb?"
"Executioner Todd, the executioner. I bought the condemned man from him, and he's the one who helped me transport him here," Whitemane said confidently. "He would never dare betray me. I have dirt on him, and the crime of trafficking condemned men is no small matter."
"Forget about any leverage. You bribed a death row inmate, so you're not much better off than him. You're in the same boat. No matter what leverage you have, you can't threaten him now," Unas said bluntly. "Essentially, you're both criminals now, and you both have leverage over each other."
"How can you compare them? I'm doing this for the cause of the Holy Light!" Whitemane exclaimed, "And he's just a commoner! How can you compare him to me!"
The angry Whitemane immediately exposed her feudal aristocratic sense of superiority. Having grown up in an environment where nobles were superior to commoners, Unas didn't expect her to have advanced ideas about equality for all, but he still felt very uncomfortable hearing it.
"Does the name of Holy Light give you the right to act with impunity? Furthermore, Holy Light teaches us to treat everyone equally. Are you still Priest of the Church of the Holy Light?"
If Whitemane had been more patient and stayed by his side during the battle, he could have found an opportunity to secretly revive fallen soldiers. This would have been much safer than the nerve-wracking task of reviving illegally bought death row inmates. Unfortunately, things had already come to this point, and there was no use in saying anything more.
"And what right do you have to accuse me? Don't forget you were involved in this too; even if you're guilty, you're guilty along with me!"
They started arguing again after only a few words. The two were truly incompatible, Unas sighed inwardly. This woman was completely unreasonable when she got angry. Wasn't I dragged into this mess by her?
But now is not the time for shouting matches; finding the condemned prisoner is the most important thing. He suppressed his anger and got to the point. "There's a very high chance that this executioner leaked information. We must find him and question him now."
Whitemane knew the situation was serious and didn't cause any more trouble. "He lives in the Inquisition dungeon. Where am I supposed to apply for visitation rights at this hour?"
"A dungeon? Why would he live in a place like that?"
"Executioner Todd was notoriously dedicated, never missing an opportunity to execute a condemned prisoner. He made his home on the lowest level of the dungeon, specifically to guard serious offenders. It's late at night now, we can't possibly see him unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless we catch a villain who has committed a serious crime," Whitemane said, looking Unas up Unas, "You'd be perfect for the job."
"I am a Holy-favored, a hero who slew the Dreadlord, how could I be a criminal?"
Unas understood the Priest's meaning: she wanted him to pretend to be a captured prisoner, thus giving the two of them an excuse to enter the Inquisition dungeon.
However, his Eastern-looking face was too striking; many people in the Monastery recognized him, and if any of the Jailers knew him, he would be exposed immediately.
"Don't worry about that, I'll make you unrecognizable." Whitemane took out a scalpel and made a light cut on his left wrist, and blood gushed out of the inch-long wound like a fountain.
Unas stared in disbelief as she poured blood onto her fair face, making a bloody mess. The silver-haired prosecutor was ruthless, showing no regard for her own blood. But then he thought, women are probably the least afraid of bloodshed.
"Hurry up and lower your head, do you want me to bleed to death?" Whitemane raised his left hand, and crimson blood began to drip to the ground.
Unas quickly bent down to catch it, and the silver-haired Priest splattered his head, face, and body with blood before she stopped.
"Hurry up and smear some on your face, make it look injured," Whitemane tapped his leg with his staff, "Walk with your left leg bent, make it look like you have a broken leg."
"Isn't there any tomato juice or something? Why do we have to use real blood..." Unas complained as he did as instructed.
Whitemane produced a pair of handcuffs from somewhere and threw them over, ordering, "Put these handcuffs on."
"Give me the key too, otherwise I will never wear this." Unas didn't want to be tricked by his own people.
Whitemane pursed his lips, looking impatient, but seeing Unas's unwavering gaze, he still handed him the key.
Unas put on the handcuffs, bent his left leg, and now he was a lame prisoner with a blood-stained face; hopefully, no one would recognize him.
Whitemane used healing magic to heal the wound on his wrist, then messed up his hair to try and look like he had just been through a fight.
"The dungeon has the shortest guard time during the shift change, so we'll wait a bit before setting off. Let's rest for a bit now," Whitemane said, rubbing her Temples as she sat down, perhaps feeling a little dizzy from the blood loss. "No matter who asks you questions, don't say a word. I'll handle the communication with the Inquisition."
"It's your territory, you call the shots." Unas had never been to the Inquisition before; the silver-haired prosecutor worked there and must be familiar with its affairs. Entrusting everything to her should be no problem.
After a short rest, the two climbed out of the tomb. Whitemane made an iron chain and locked it to the handcuffs, then led Unas one after the other in the darkness toward the place the people in the Monastery least wanted to go— the Inquisition.